Sonnet no. X, Infinita Fragmentum

'Stars and love divine, foretold by the mind in the embrace of hatred.'

Distance within the eye, and from the breach beholds Heaven from afar, down to ancient shores sunken and forgotten. Tongue dipped in the allure of Eastern beauty-like disease — silver and vexed by Western maleficence, abandons all tradition beneath the Maelstrom's waves forever unremembered and entombed. Whereso'er then above or below where tongue may vibrate in tumult, sings of joy and sorrow from romantic lips no more, instead now howls against fangs melodized . And in turn becomes the anthem in which the wolves devour. 

Contradicted by the malediction that is to love and desire; desire to surrender, surrender for power. A mercy or obstacle abstained shares a kindred eminence with the glabrous vanity poised like the She-Wolf tenebrously eclipsed midway from the hunt. She bore fanged conflagration; deadly in the art of demise though surely did they illumine akin to a bite taken into the setting sun where they sunk and emerged ablaze. Sent from Hades, there is no doubt that this She-Wolf, whose talons have been plunged in the Phlegethon, lurches forth silent of all malice, emptied of the once obscured visage from darkness and into an undeniable omen adorned in the apparition of Death itself on her hide. Burning talons rake across exposed derma in an elegant and dolorous sequence of movement similar to an ancient dance performed when the Old Ones still walked, forever garnishing His mark upon the naked flesh to serve as an eternal reminder that we all are damned. 

Amid an ameliorated delirium, Paradise overturns into itself while Tartarus uncoils from perdition and reclaims its serpentine bodice above the Earth. And from this turbulent overture where there existed only the demimonde between life and death, they emerge. Fastidious charms worn by languid Hera, or is she Hecate, She From the Underworld Who Bears Light, that vexes the sun and moon? Dipped in crimson, between the azure zone, Life and Death are again unyoked; freed from the conquer of mind and soul to claim, once as before, an ephemeral sleep. Avenged and found, assured to have been resurrected from the deep, unquestioningly left at the end of the world where the lions weep.

-Antitheus